Chapter 100: I Just Leveled Up—Am I Supposed to Take This?

“Huh?”

“Master Dragon Fist isn’t here again today? What are the odds?”

After hearing the news from Duo Qi, Jia Ji’s first reaction was “what a coincidence,” and his second was… “what a jerk!”

No wonder he hadn’t seen Dragon Fist since returning—he was never here at all. But this old man always seems to…

“I have a feeling something’s going to happen.”

“Indeed.” Duo Qi nodded in strong agreement; his warrior instinct told him today was destined to be anything but peaceful.

But his judgment wasn’t based on Dragon Fist’s absence—it was because Jia Ji had returned. Every time both conditions were met, something went wrong.

Dragon Fist gone, Jia Ji present—trouble was guaranteed.

He never told anyone. This was the First Law of Beidou, forged through countless experiences.

“So what exactly happened to you? Why did you…?” Duo Qi had spent moments weighing possibilities, eliminating absurd ones like the Beidou Goddess descending to bless Jia Ji.

He knew no one could ascend in power so rapidly—there was only one explanation:

Jia Ji’s strength and potential had been sealed!

There were countless martial arts secrets in the world; perhaps during his months off the mountain, he’d fought some villain and accidentally been struck by a sealing technique.

Those flashes just now? Side effects from breaking the seal! That aura, stronger than even theirs, was likely a brief burst from the release!

Duo Qi nodded slightly—he was certain his reasoning matched the truth.

Yet Jia Ji now radiated robust vitality, his complexion flushed, his spirit sharp, his gaze occasionally gleaming with an unusual radiance—no trace of post-burst weakness. It seemed to contradict Duo Qi’s theory.

What was going on?

“Big Brother Jia Ji, how did you suddenly get so strong?”

That was Ken Shi Lang asking—he hadn’t thought deeply; he just asked whatever came to mind.

“Heh~” Jia Ji raised one finger. “It all started with a high school girl I met off the mountain…”

He really had grown vastly stronger. As for just how much, there was a more direct way to show it.

Attribute panel—activate!

……

Nickname: Big Cute God (Jia Ji)

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Vitality: 25.85

Spirit: 15.66

Rating: Fierce Mid (Upper)

……

Two and a half years of relentless cultivation through endless reincarnations had pushed his raw stats to terrifying levels—he could be called a number monster. Though 99% came from his sweat and effort, the alien tech’s 901% boost was indispensable.

Left to his own, Jia Ji might have needed at least twenty years to reach this level and hit his limit. This double-speed boost catapulted him straight from barely Fierce rank to Fierce Mid, now just one step from breaking into Fierce Upper.

It seems small, but it’s the classic pattern—the gap between ranks dwarfs the sum of all lower ones.

Warriors at this level could easily crush an elite, high-tech military unit. The leap was absurd—from single-handedly breaking an army to leveling cities and shattering mountains. Either way, to ordinary people, they were nearly invincible.

Though his panel showed he was nearly at Fierce Upper, that final step held him fast—a sky-splitting chasm, a cruel reminder that even he had limits.

His stats had stagnated, yet he had fully mastered every foundational secret of the Beidou Fist—effortlessly and flawlessly. After defeating every simulated opponent in his mind, Jia Ji simply ended the reincarnation.

He needed something else—something he still lacked—to complete this breakthrough.

Now possessing such power, paired with his blade-sharp spiritual perception and senses, Jia Ji could judge that all his brothers’ strength lay beneath his own.

Duo Qi, Rao—no matter how talented, still young, still growing, both barely entered Fierce Mid. Ken Shi Lang? Pure child form, still stuck at Strong rank.

He could now glimpse even Dragon Fist’s strength. That old man must’ve been a Fierce-adjacent terror in his youth, slaughtering through WWII.

Now old, he’d mellowed into a goldfish, teaching disciples to count beads, his will dulled, fallen to Fierce Upper Peak Perfection. Still, in the Beidou world, he remained an unmatched master.

“Let me tell you—high school girls are the most dangerous beings on Earth. I trained day and night just to defeat her.”

Ken Shi Lang seemed to believe him. But Duo Qi’s eyes held deep complexity. He sighed, as if wanting to ask something but held back, instead clapping Jia Ji hard on the shoulder in silent encouragement.

Judging by his school uniform, he probably just dropped out and ran back.

“Defamation! This is blatant slander!” Jia Ji, constantly channeling Water Shadow Heart, shouted at once. Why wouldn’t his brothers believe in his character?

“If you want to know what really happened to me…”

One arm draped over Duo Qi’s shoulder, the other hooked around Ken Shi Lang—who’d grown much taller—Jia Ji shoved them downhill. He couldn’t stand another moment in the dojo; it felt wrong.

“Come on, come on—you two take me out to eat. We’ll talk while we eat.”

Of course, he didn’t forget his big brother Rao, turning to call him along.

Convinced by his urging, the others’ curiosity stirred. Drawn by Jia Ji’s mysterious tale, they let themselves be dragged down the mountain.

But an unexpected guest had just arrived.

Trouble had come.

“Where’s Rao?”

The giant, as if blessed with a growth technique, loomed ahead, blocking and filling the entire mountain path.

His massive frame moved like a living mountain, his breath like thunder, his heartbeat like a war drum, his pressure heavier than the ocean. Rock-solid, muscle-defined, his body radiated ferocity and immense life energy—the closer he came, the more suffocating it became.

The terrifying giant halted before them. Along his path lay deep, sunken footprints from his crushing steps.

“Who’s Rao?”

He stepped forward again, repeating the question. His voice boomed like a temple bell, enough to make ordinary men’s eardrums ache.

His features were unmistakable—Jia Ji recognized him instantly: the future Nan Dou Wu Che Star—Mountain Immovable.

The current “Demon Immovable!”

Like an RPG event popping up out of nowhere. Hearing Immovable’s words, Jia Ji realized he didn’t even acknowledge anyone but Rao.

“Dude, ignoring me?”

“I just leveled up—am I supposed to take this?”

Annoyed, Jia Ji stepped forward too. Blue battle aura wrapped his fists. He looked up at the towering giant, grinning—his bright, even white teeth looked unnervingly feral.

You dare cause trouble at our Beidou Dojo?

All of you—get tossed!

(End of Chapter)